В колонках играет - PJ Harvey - Highway 61 Revisited
Настроение сейчас - Quite nice


Вот вам, неверные! Написал очередную порцию бумаги :)

I'll be whatever you want me to be,
I'll roll near you like a tiny bean,
I'll put my heart out to make you ice-cream,
I'll do everything to make you beam -
Just don't tell that I'm not the kind of your dream,
Just don't tell that I'm not the kind of your dream...

You're the killer of my soul;
Have a look behind my eyes:
If you weren't blind a shrunken mole
You would see that my heart dies.
Just don't tell that I'm not the kind of your dream,
Please don't tell that I'm not the kind of your dream...

The hurtful lesson was taught:
My love for you is like a dirty fly...
But I cannot survive with the thought
That splendiferous you will never be mine.
Just don't tell that I'm not the kind of your dream...
Oh, don't tell that I'm not the kind of your dream...

You don't give me a single look
You don't just ignore - you don't notice me...
I'll croak with the love which I took...
Oh, fuck me off - but let me be...
I beg, say something and it'll set me free:
Even tell that I'm not the kind of your dream...

А теперь, собственно, мэйн квесчен: с какой луны такой текст свалился? :)

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